The beauty raised by Lord Hou is a black lotus

Chapter 7 Reading a poem to the young prince
As soon as the two returned to He's residence, Yuan Zhuang was called to the big study by He Wei.

"Good nephew," He Wei motioned him to sit down and said straight to the point, "You are only sixteen this year, what are your plans for the future?"

Yuan Wan smiled.

He intends to take the heads of Liangzhou sheriff and dog emperor.

However, if you say this, you must scare General He to death.

He pretended to be melancholy, "All the relatives in the family died, and the juniors don't know what to do in the future."

"I heard that you studied well when you were in Liangzhou. From now on, you might as well go to the Imperial College to continue your studies." He Wei had obviously made plans for him. "I have already told the Imperial College that you can enroll in the Imperial College in three days. Take good care of yourself. Learn some skills and become a pillar of the country in the future, so your father can feel at ease under the nine springs."

Let him go to the Imperial College to study?

Yuan Wang managed to keep smiling.

When he was young, he once went into the academy to steal things. Sitting on the beam of the house, he saw that all the children studying in the academy were well-dressed children. They didn't have to run around for a living in order to have time to study.

People like them, who can't eat without a meal, have a hard time even living. What can they do if they learn that thing? Will they engrave their own tombstones in the future?
But people like them who can't see the light will be nothing but wrapped in straw mats and thrown in the wilderness when they die in the future. Where did the tombstone come from?
This father and daughter are really good at it. One asked him to study in the Imperial College, and the other asked him to compose poems and odes at the banquet and play the flute. Isn't this killing him?
He Wei was puzzled, "Why does my nephew look unhappy?"

"It's nothing, this junior is almost crying with joy... Being able to study in the Imperial College is something that this junior never dared to think about before. I was emotionally excited for a while, so I lost my composure."

"Just as long as you like it." He Wei urged again, "All those who study in the Imperial College are the children of the rich and powerful. After you go in, make more friends, which will be of great benefit to you when you enter the officialdom in the future."

Yuan Wang thanked He Wei, went back to his small courtyard, stared at the flowers and plants in a daze.

He didn't even know a word, so going to the Imperial Academy would definitely raise suspicion and reveal his identity.

I can't go to the Imperial College, and I can't go to the Peach Blossom Banquet either.

Rather than...

Malingering?

the other side.

When He Yao was having dinner, he received a post from the Zhen Guogong's mansion.

Chun Nong held up the post and said, "Miss Luo was afraid that the banquet would be boring, so she asked the young masters and girls attending the banquet to prepare some talents. She arranged for you and the young marquis to perform a song called "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" during the banquet."

He Yao could hardly hold her chopsticks.

Ensemble "Mountains and Flowing Water"?
The little duke is definitely fine, but she can't even recognize the music score, what kind of tricks does she play?

Fortunately, she thought Luo Ciyu was kind-hearted during the day, she clearly wanted to make her look embarrassed on purpose!
Chun Nong babbled, "I heard that the Xue sisters gathered twelve young ladies to perform "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" at the banquet. The Xue sisters also admire the Wei family husband. They always love to compare with you. Can you You can’t be left behind! I want you to tell me, why don’t you ask for help from the Wei family’s husband? The Wei family’s husband is proficient in music theory, but is he no better than a country boy like the young marquis?”

He Yao was annoyed when she heard Wei Jiuqing mentioned.

She said perfunctorily: "Luo Ciyu arranged for me to perform with the young Marquis, not with him. What's the use of asking him for help? I'd better go and see the young Marquis and ask him what his plans are."

At dusk, He Yao came to look for Yuan Wang with her pipa in her arms.

The boy greeted her at the door and said melancholy: "Little Marquis fell ill in the afternoon, suffering from vomiting and diarrhea. The doctor has seen it and said it may be acclimatization."

"Fell ill?" He Yao was surprised.

She entered the room and found Yuanwan lying on the couch.

Hearing the movement, Yuan Wang sat up weakly.

He raised his hand to gather the light blue collar, his face was pale and his lips were bloodless, he forced a smile and said: "You are here..."

"You were fine this morning, why are you so sick all of a sudden?" He Yao quickly put down her pipa, sat down on the edge of the couch, and tucked him into the bed pretending to be virtuous, "It must be because I didn't take good care of him."

"Ms. He is too polite. It's because of my weak body that I can't adapt to the climate." Yuan Wan raised his sleeves to cover his face, hiding the smile at the corner of his mouth, "Uncle He also asked me to study in the Imperial College. He blamed me for not being useful. It’s a waste of all his affection...I’m afraid I won’t be able to go to the Peach Blossom Banquet next month.”

The young man's voice was low and sad, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be covered with mist.

In He Yao's eyes, she was really pitiful.

The young Marquis lost his parents at a young age. He came from the remote and desolate Liangzhou and finally entered the capital. However, he was unable to go to the best universities to study, nor could he experience the bustling life of the Peach Blossom Banquet. He could only stay alone in the city. I endure the pain here...

Feeling pity, He Yao suddenly clapped her hands, "I have nothing to do, so I might as well spend more time with you. Since you like reading books the most, let me read poetry to you."

She fetched a copy of "Book of Songs", sat down on the couch and recited it softly.

Yuan Wang: "..."

I really thank you!

Thank you also to your father!
A rough guy like him can't understand what Lao Shizi's poems are!

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't pretend to be a little lord!
It was getting dark.

The boy flicked on the lantern in the room and quietly stepped out.

"'...The wind and rain are like darkness, and the rooster crows endlessly. Seeing a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy.'"

The spring rain fell again outside the window, and the sound of the girl's poetry was mixed in, like a clear spring, more clear and sweet than the sound of striking gold and jade.

In this voice, Yuan Zhuan's irritable heart gradually calmed down strangely.

He looked at the little lady in front of him.

The candle shadow swayed, and the young lady's hair was like clouds, her complexion was as white as a begonia, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, she was wearing a pea green bare collar and half her arms, and a bright yellow skirt spread beside the couch, which made her waist soft and flexible.

She was holding a book in her hand, and her long eyelashes like crow feathers cast two fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks. Her apricot eyes were as pure as water, and her red lips were lightly parted. She was a stunning beauty that he had never seen before in Liangzhou.

She was so gentle and patient with him...

There has never been a young lady in the world who has taken care of him like this. He once found the lost Buyao for several young ladies on the streets of Liangzhou, but they would only dislike him for dirtying their expensive hairpins with his hands.

He closed his eyes and listened to the girl reading poetry.

However, in his mind, the girl's pretty face like an apple repeatedly appeared.

Even his heart seemed to be beating faster...

He twitched the corners of his lips, laughing at himself.

Miss He was born in a noble family and is well-versed in poetry and books. She is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is the most famous lady in Luojing. There are many men who admire her secretly. People like him, a wild dog, can listen to her reading poems It is already a great creation, how can you dare to think of anything else?

"'The peach is young, and its flowers are burning. The son is returning home, and it is suitable for his family...'"

He Yao turned a page of the book, and ten thousand mules galloped past in her heart.

She went crazy and unexpectedly had the idea of ​​reading a poem to the young Marquis!

She only read two poems before she became impatient. She felt that the words on the scroll had turned into ants, and she felt like there were ants crawling on her body. She wished she could throw the book away and go out to do some tricks with the red tassel gun!

He Yao raised her eyes with a guilty conscience, just in time to meet Shang Yuan's probing gaze.

Her heart suddenly felt like gongs and drums beating.

Could it be that she mispronounced the word?
But the words in the book are densely packed like ants fighting. She didn't study hard in the Imperial College, and she didn't know which word she mispronounced...

(End of this chapter)